Rick Ross - Color Money lyrics

Color Money (Aye call lil homie to the stage the one that’s got that Color Money) Trappin for the color money Make it happen for the color money 305 n***a You know what it is If you wanna get a block then you should see the man Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band Bottle in the club got me screaming color money Got her selling p**y for the love of the money Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me In the box Chevy p**y n***a gunning for me Catch a flight to Paris time to get some other money You still alive cuz you n***as still running from me Get it down even if a n***a momma know me Put it down quarter key in every category If you real all we k** for is color money f** where you from cuz all we deal with is color money I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with Or get another double R to cut the top with Or hit the booty club to go and get some p**y whip I might buy a b**h a Benz if he p**y whip Color money Color money Blackjack Black Bottles with the Black Cards Only n***a that you know with two NASCAR’s Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick s**ed Color money got your b**h out on a world tour My lil homie made a million on his girl tour We back to back and down to whack a n***a unborn Miami n***as got them changing all the gun laws So run Forrest got some shooters and they dying too I got more money than that p**y that you’re signed to Survive who call this a color money conversation A hundred stacks will cover everything I’m contemplating Full confrontation home invasion for the quarter key Them cheap a** condos ain't the safest place you want to be Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police So when I see you I’ma give you what you wanna see You wanna see? Color money Color money Rob a n***a close to me you better bring it back Until the day we even steven tell you bring it back Red rubies on they can't believe a n***a rap Color money still feed n***as in the trap You got the Rolie with the red face The red ring n***a looking like a fair case f** all these rappers real talk cuz I ain't f**ing with em Double M we balling way harder than Puff and em It ain't no love loss I only see one boss You looking at him when they got the guns going off And all the b**hes on the staff and they get a check So bust it open never test a n***a intellect Color money Color money